#blue x hacker

[asukamood]

Finch Needs A Raise

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This post is part of the Bad things happen series.

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Flirts x 2 = Mess, the sequel

WARNINGS: Suggestive (Because of Blue and Hacker), referenced sexual activities, referenced violence

Ships: Past Hue (Hacker x Blue [They still act fruity though ahem]), Hinch (Hacker x Finch, in progress at least) and Drueswap (Dream x Blue)

Synopsis: “I... don’t think I wanted to hear any of that.” He could not help but confess aloud, interrupting Hacker’s shouts of ‘Unbelievable!’ at the end of Blue’s tale. Both Devil’s spawns turned toward him in mild surprise like they had just noticed that he has been standing there the whole time.

Hacker was the first to react. “Oh? You are still here Finch?”

“I have been here.” He corrected, the slightest hint of desperation in his voice. “I cannot leave, this is a part of my job.” He continued rambling as the other two looked at each other amused. “W h y?” His voice broke, feeling the little patience he had left crumbling and being stepped on.

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One good thing about being the CEO of Justice Reigns’ partner is that you were allowed anywhere you would like in the headquarters of said organization. If someone ever tried to stop Blue from going somewhere without an apparent reason, like undergoing an experiment in the science division, then another would pull that person away by the elbow, explaining to them just what they had done in a hushed tone.

Blue found it quite amusing how their mildly annoyed eyes would immediately revert to horrified ones once they were told just who he was to Dream. To entertain himself a bit more, he would usually cross his arms in a fake annoyance and raise an irritated eyebrow at the person.

It was enjoyable to see them freak out and apologize profusely for the entire division. He would usually keep said face until he walked away enough to be able to snicker without being noticed.

Not like anyone would have the guts to say anything to him.

So here he was, waltzing through the corridors of the Justice Reigns' dungeons as guards exchange nervous glances with one another at each step Blue takes further into the domain.

He was planning to leave once he had had enough with giving Dream’s subordinates heart attacks but just as he was about to take the exit, his eyes locked onto a familiar face behind bars. He froze, blinking, before walking toward the cells.

He vaguely heard gasps of dread leaving the guards who hurried after him, most definitely to ask him to step back. He could not blame them for that reaction since most of the criminals kept here were extremely dangerous, even life threatening in some cases.

But the one he had just spotted here was nothing short of harmless. In fact, Blue even suspected that there was more chance he would hurt himself instead of the target when trying to punch someone.

“Hacker?” He called and the latter’s eyes lit up, snapping back into focus. The way he looked so dozed off earned just the tiniest tug of worry in Blue’s heart. Though that concern was quickly shoved down when said person’s pupils almost turned into stars when he recognized him before he jumped to his feet to jog to the other.

“Blue! I missed you so—Wait, what are you doing here??” His excitement quickly morphed into confusion as he scanned his wrists searching for any handcuffs. When there were not, he looked up to his eyes again with a blank stare. “... Who did you scam?”

Blue let out a dramatic offended gasp, his expression turning upset. “I did not scam anyone, I am a model citizen, mind you.” The guards who were following him earlier stopped as they watched the scene unfold in utter confusion before they all collectively decided to leave this whole ordeal for Finch to deal with, who was posted somewhere near.

Hacker raised an eyebrow at that but did not comment further onto the matter. “If you didn’t do that then why are you here?” He checked his wrists again. “You don’t look like you’ve been arrested either.”

Blue chuckled. “I rizzed up the head.” He said, the smug look on his face speaking volumes of how proud he was about that. Hacker’s facial expression was tainted by confusion.

“The hea--” Before realization hit him and his jaw was left wide open as he stared incredulously at the man in front of him. “DREAM VON LICHT?!” The shout echoed through the dungeons and several criminals flinched at the sudden noise, turning toward the origin. Finch, who was still posted nearby, winced, a hand covering his ear as he glared daggers into Hacker’s head.

Said person did not seem to notice or care about the attention he was getting, preferring to pass his hands through the bars, ignoring the electrical shock that was sent right through his body before he put his hands on Blue’s shoulders. “ARE YOU FOR REAL? I WAS JOKING LAST TIME!”

Blue laughed at his reaction before swatting his hands away from him, warning him not to injure himself further with the electrical shots. “I wouldn’t be here if I was joking, would I?” His best friend was still processing the information.

Once he finally did, he looked at Blue in a certain way that only the two of them could. “Soo...” He got closer to the bars again as he prolonged the syllable. “How big is he?”

Behind them, Finch’s face lost all colors. He prayed for every god he could think of that surely Blue was not going to answer him, surely, he would get to stay ignorant of that information for the rest of his life.

However, the gods did not look toward him and the only warning he got to prepare himself mentally was his boss’s boyfriend chuckling before a number left his lips. Hacker registered the information before giggling in his hand like a high-school girl talking about her crush before he wiggled his eyebrows at the other causing him to laugh.

“Good to know, although I need to know what happened exactly.” He sat on his cell’s bed with his legs crossed like he was participating in some kind of sleepover. “I want every. Single. Detail.”

Blue tapped his chin in thought. “Hm, sorry baby, you’re going to have to wait for it.”

Hacker let out an offended gasp, eyes wide with betrayal. “WHAT? WHY??” He sounded so genuinely hurt that Finch found himself thinking that they should implement a sort of mental hospital facility for delusional criminals like that, if only to make their job easier.

Blue clicked his tongue before crossing his arms around his chest, looking at the criminal with the kind of look one would expect to see on an adult’s face explaining something obvious to a child. “Because it would feel more satisfying that way, don’t you trust me?”

Hacker pouted before letting out a sigh of defeat. “Fiiiine but at least tell me something interesting, I’ve been dying of boredom here no one talks to meee...” He whined dramatically, slumping onto his bed.

Blue chuckled but acquiesced, nonetheless. “Very well, but let me tell you this, you are so not ready to hear it.”

His interest piqued, Hacker sat up again, having never seemed more concentrated than now.

“S p e a k.”

“Well, do you remember the coworker I told you about last time? Veronica?” Hacker nodded eagerly, seeming hooked to his words.

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After hearing their conversation, Finch was starting to think that the World War II he had suffered through during his childhood in his home universe was not as bad as whatever kind of dystopian dialog between evil (shameless) entities he had the misfortune of witnessing.

“I... don’t think I wanted to hear any of that.” He could not help but confess aloud, interrupting Hacker’s shouts of ‘Unbelievable!’ at the end of Blue’s tale. Both Devil’s spawns turned toward him in mild surprise like they had just noticed that he has been standing there the whole time.

Hacker was the first to react. “Oh? You are still here Finch?”

“I have been here.” He corrected, the slightest hint of desperation in his voice. “I cannot leave, this is a part of my job.” He continued rambling as the other two looked at each other amused. “W h y?” His voice broke, feeling the little patience he had left crumbling and being stepped on.

Blue shrugged, a smile on his face. “Why not?”

“What is wrong with you two?!” He would have felt bad for reacting that way in any normal circumstances but listening to their horrifying conversation must have stripped him of at least half of his remaining lifespan because of how traumatizing it was. As the captain of the Justice Division, he was paid well, so well in fact one could even qualify him as wealthy. However, even if he were to sacrifice his entire salary for therapy, he doubted it would be enough to heal him properly.

“My last name is Chicago, what do you think? It makes sense that my parents were so neglectful man.” Hacker said absently.

Blue scoffed in amusement, letting the sentence ‘isn’t your last name Bradford?’ die on his tongue. “Imagine having parents, couldn’t be me.”

“Why need those when you already have a ‘daddy’?” He snickered at his own joke as he winked at Blue, who choked, his eyes wide with shock. It quickly morphed into laughter though as he wheezed, using the wall as a support to keep him from falling.

Meanwhile, Finch’s face had lost all color, his eyes lifeless as he contemplated everything that happened before leading to this very event. An image of Dream flashed in his mind, and he flinched slightly, expression starting to become a horrified one as he wondered just how he was supposed to face his superior ever again after hearing something like this.

Seeing his reaction, Hacker laughed even harder.

“Oh, come on Finch, you do not need to look so traumatized! It is funny!” If there were no bars between him and Finch, there was no doubt that he would have smacked his back.

“This is torture.” He corrected with the same strangled voice, making both men let out another chuckle.

Blue wiped out a tear that had started to form between his irregular breaths before he calmed down to be able to form a coherent sentence. “By the way, I meant to ask...” He turned toward Hacker again who cocked his head to the side. “How are you back here? I thought you had managed to go out?”

“...” Hacker let out a nervous chuckle.

“... Seriously?” The unimpressed look Blue gave him spurred him into action.

“It’s not my fault if I can’t stop...” He grumbled under his breath. “I’ve been trying to, but it never works I always end up doing it again...”

The other shook his head in amusement. “It’s the gay in you doing that.” He stopped and his smile fell. “Well, as much as I like talking to you it must be time for me to go.”

The other’s smile fell as well, his eyebrows furrowed. “Right, can’t you come see me often?”

“I will try of course but while you are relatively harmless...” He turned to look at another prisoner, the latter having their eyes set onto them all this entire time. “...Most people in that area aren’t.”

Hacker nodded, still seeming quite upset. “Yeah, I get it.”

Blue stared at his sulking expression before sighing, approaching and flicking Hacker’s forehead through the bars. The latter yelped, blinking as he put a hand on the affected area. “I will still try to come by, pook pook. Stop making that face.”

The latter smiled again. “Thank you, cutie pie. It is appreciated.”

Blue motioned for Hacker to get closer again and Finch watched with wide eyes as the former suddenly leaned in and planted a kiss on the corner of the other’s lips.

“I’ll miss you pookie!” Hacker waved before his hands bent to form a heart. Blue reciprocated the signs before walking away and disappearing around the corner.

“I... I am so confused.” Finch breathed out, making the criminal raise an eyebrow.

“About what?” He cocked his head to the side again, looking genuinely confused.

“What are you two??” Finch vaguely wondered if he should let Dream know about what he had just witnessed. But then again... a flashback of Hacker asking Blue how big the former was enough to halt the idea completely.

Unaware of the internal conflict, Hacker simply replied that they were best friends. “I guess you could say that we are exes too but our feelings for each other are totally platonic. We just flirt with each other because we find that funny. Plus...” He smirked at him. “It gives us inspiration to flirt with you two.”

Finch growled, his middle finger standing up. “Of course, you two would agree on something like that.”

“You’re so mean.” He dramatically sobbed as he faceplanted against his pillow.

Finch left after that, regretting every decision he had made until now.

#dreamswap #ship #fluff #ds blue #drueswap #ds hacker #ds finch #Hinch #finch x hacker #hue #blue x hacker #crack post #bad things happen

[unagidevi]

Can we please have some blueCode?

>:)

#bluecode #blue x hacker #dreamtale au #undertale au #dreamswap #undertale #dev ideas #art #artwork #digital art #dreamswap hacker #asks for dev #drawing things with dev! #dreamswap blue #ds blue #ds hacks

[clarkegriffins]

The light blue eye shadow in media. BUFFALO '66 (1998) CLEOPATRA (1963) HACKERS (1995) SEX AND THE CITY (1998 - 2004) X (2022) EUPHORIA (2019) THE LOVE WITCH (2016) A WOMAN IS A WOMAN (1961) STRANGER THINGS (2022) BLUE VELVET (1986)

#filmedit #tvedit #buffalo #cleopatra #hackers #sex and the city #x #x movie #euphoria #the love witch #a woman is a woman #stranger things #blue velvet #filmtv #filmgifs #dailytvfilmgifs #userbbelcher #cinematv #tvandfilm #userdiana #there's more :(((( fuck tumblr for allowing only 10 gifs #this is basically something i did for me and my friend bc it's pretty #movies #buffalo 66

[harveywritings92]

[Soap meets Orphan’s bodyguard and partner Smoke and the two share a drink while watching Ghost and Orphan talk at a pub.]

Soap: Man, Ghost and Orphan have been spending a lot of time together.

Smoke: I don't like it. He is not good enough for Miss Ivy.

Soap: But they seem happy together.

Smoke: He is a bad influence and he is taking advantage of her because she is young and naive..... and delicate.

Soap, looks at him like he’s grown six heads: Delicate? She killed ten men with an 8ball tied to a bungie cord! 

Smoke, choked up: She’s a precious flower.

#S: red vs blue #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #simon ghost riley #ghost x oc #Cod mw oc: Ivy 'Orphan' Doran #cod mw oc: Alan 'Smoke' Monroe #watch dogs crossover #Soap's talking about the thunder ball weapon from watch dogs2 #Smoke and Oprhan are dedsec hackers who accidentally got tangled in something that got the Cia's attention #In exchange for their freedom the two are volunteered to lend their services to the 141 #simon ghost riley x oc

[applesauce-drawz]

I love my Scrumblios 😔

#art #artists on tumblr #twisted wonderland #sketch #oc #rough sketch #idia shroud #shroom #oc x canon #idia x oc #blue shroom #toasted shroomies #hackers #mushrooms #twst wonderland #twst

[colorspoem]

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[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

#shitpost incoming #I'm converting my friend into a star wars fan so I thought why not make a dictionary for every new fic reader lmao #star wars #writing star wars #star wars languages #star wars lore #im definitely missing some but these are words I've seen most commonly used in fanfic #userlumi #writing star wars fic #aurebesh #galactic basic Standard #as long as one person finds this post helpful it was worth it #youre all welcome to add to it #im stopping now coz otherwise I'mma clog the dash

[sunnylands-world]

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Pairing: Vinnie hacker x fem reader

Summary: you become needy and your boyfriend won't deny you no matter what he's doing

Word Count: 699

Warning: thigh riding, fingering, dirty talk, kinda sub reader and Dom Vinnie if you squint

A/n: I had deleted this but I don't remember why so here it is again lol

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Curled up in Vinnie's bed, you watched him play his game, but the dull ache between your thighs had not gone away since he seated himself. You are aware that he was live on something, but you were uncertain about what, not that it was important to you at the time.

He hasn't looked back at you since he told you he would be playing the game. He wore a pink sweater and black shorts while making minor comments to the fans or whatever. You made an effort not to disturb him while he was playing, but you had no idea how much time it would take or if he was aware of your desire for him at that moment.

You wiggled a bit and pressed your face against his pillow with a frustrated grunt. His blanket was tucked between your thighs and you unconsciously moved around, rubbing yourself against it. It wasn't helping, especially since you were aware of his close proximity.

He was chewing the inside of his cheek while his headphones rested on his dirty blonde hair. His lips were puckered slightly, and his nose piercing glowed in the blue lighting.

"Vin," you whined, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Vinnie" You yelled a little louder, Vinnie's eyes wandered for a moment before he asked someone to hold on. He pushed from the table, pulled his headphones down until they rested on his neck, and turned to you.

"Yes, baby," he said sweetly as he smiled and looked towards you.

Vinnie wasn't stupid. He knew you like the back of his hand, so it didn't take long to understand what was happening.

He returned his gaze to yours, this time with a lustful look, tilting his head while smirking. He gestured at you in a beckoning manner and asked you to come over.

You stood and walked towards him, his shirt falling just above your mid-thigh. You waited impatiently for anything he would give you.

He didn't say a word, but tapped his thigh. You looked puzzled, but still sat.

He lifted his headphones, leaning towards your ear, as he whispered,

"Move".

You did what he said, rocking against him, in need of friction of any kind. You bite your lip, feeling your clit have just the appropriate amount of pressure to get you off.

He returned his attention to the game and announced his return to everyone. You moved shamelessly in his lap while he played, and he occasionally rested his hand on the fat of your ass, giving you a slight squeeze or leaning forward to whisper praises in your ear.

"Good girl."

"That's it baby, get it nice and wet for me."

"Just like that."

"My pretty girl is so needy for me, isn't she?"

And you nodded, biting your lip even harder, tasting the metallic flavor of blood as you try to suppress the need to be loud for him, like you usually are.

The wetness in your panties probably left a patch on his shorts, and it seemed to only heighten your pleasure doing something like this while everyone or anyone could have heard you if you made noise.

You began to feel your stomach knot. You leaned forward, kissing and sucking at your boyfriend's neck grounding yourself in the security of coming undone in his lap.

His unoccupied hand sneaked in between your bodies to touch your swollen clit, and he rubbed circles on the throbbing bud, assisting you in getting closer. You used all your will power to not cry out.

"Let go baby. I know you wanna cum for me," He whispered, noticing your starting to tighten on his fingers as he snuck them into your clenching pussy and that was all it took for you to unravel, trembling against him.

You quickened your pace and bite down on the flesh of his neck to hold in the sound, as the intense feeling made you feel limp.

He lightly tapped your ass, encouraging you to look up, and he simply nodded towards the three screens. As you looked back, you came to the realization...

You had just came on a live stream where you were visible to everyone...

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[heartsforvin]

can u write something with vinnie x bimbo reader? maybe some fluff and suggestiveness mixed in there???

THE CUTEST THING

thank you for the request !!! i hope you enjoy <33

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings; cussing, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), suggestiveness, boner mention, grinding, kissing, mentions of sex

summary; vinnie thinks you’re the purest, cutest thing and loves to make it known

you and vinnie had been friends for years, and that’s it has been — friends. you’ve crushed on him, sure, but it’ll never go beyond strictly platonic friendship.

when vinnie first met you he thought you were the sweetest girl in the world. he still thinks that today.

he loves how innocent you are, always asking him questions about the simplest things. things that were pretty easy to understand.

although you two were strictly just friends, vinnie still loved to call you cute pet names from time to time.

he loved to see how flustered you got every time he’d slip a ‘princess’ into the conversation the two of you may have.

or how your body would react every time he’d touch you.

today, vinnie had invited you over to hang out, saying it had been awhile since the two of you had a chance to see each other.

dressed in a baby blue crop top and and a white frilly mini skirt, you put your shoes on and the last bits of makeup before you were on your way.

texting vinnie that you were on the way, you got in your car and made your way to the blonde’s home.

“vin, i’m here! oh, hi hera.” you shout at vinnie as you walk in his apartment, kneeling down to say hello to hera.

standing up straight and flattening down your skirt, you avert your gaze to vinnie as he walks out of his bedroom.

“hey princess,” vinnie greets you with a hug. “how’s my favorite girl doing?” he asks, which follows by a meow from hera who stood at your feet.

the two of you laugh and then you look over at vinnie to respond. “good! glad you invited me over.”

vinnie smiles and pulls you into his room. “glad you’re here, needed a distraction,” he tells you, turning to face you once you’re both in the room. “and i love having you here.”

you blush and sit down on vinnie’s bed, your skirt rising up on your legs a bit as you do.

you pay no mind as vinnie ogles your exposed thighs for a moment before averting his gaze and clearing this throat.

“so, uh, you wanna drink? play some games, maybe?” he tries to start up conversation, trying not to think of his best friend in that way.

he’s never thought about you like that, well, until now. with your tiny top and tits practically spilling out of it. paired with that skirt he wishes he could rip off you.

he can’t do that to you though — expose you to such explicit thoughts and actions. you’re his sweet girl, he can’t rip away your innocence and purity like that.

“…play cs:go?” vinnie shook his head to rid the not-so-innocent thoughts racing through his mind.

“hmm?” he hummed, making you smile up at him from where you sat on his bed.

kicking your feet, you place your hands on your thighs and lean over, making vinnie groan and hope to god you’re not looking lower than his face right now.

“i asked if we can play cs, silly.” you tell him again, vinnie nods and pulls you with him to his pc.

he gets everything set up and soon sits down at his chair and loads up the game. turning to you, he watches as you trail your fingers over his guitars that lie in the corner of the room.

“these are cool, vin!” you exclaim, vinnie chuckles and smiles as he watches you.

he thinks you look absolutely adorable in your outfit as you look at his things.

vinnie admires you for a moment longer before he hears the game play music on the pc.

“games all ready sweetheart, c’mre.” vinnie gestures as he pats his lap for you to sit down.

you furrow your eyebrows as you watch your best friend pat his lap for you to sit. “you want me to sit..there?”

you ask the question as if he was asking you to do something that could get you in trouble. vinnie just looks at you, sweet smile plastered on his beautiful features, as he waits for you to take a seat.

hesitantly, you make your way over to vinnie and take a seat on his lap. vinnie wraps his arms around your waist, his fingers basically burning your bare skin.

removing his hands, he grabs yours and places one on the mouse and one on the keyboard.

“i’m gonna teach you, okay, pretty?” vinnie asks as his hands gently rest over yours.

you nod your head and he soon begins to teach you. you catch on fast and soon no longer need vinnie’s assistance.

vinnie’s hands find their way back on your hips, gripping them harshly every time you make a shot in game.

“doin’ good, baby. proud of you.” the blonde praises, making you wiggle against his lap at some feeling you weren’t too sure of.

vinnie moves his hand from your hips to your thighs, making your skin feel like it was on fire.

the praises keep flowing and that feeling did, too. soon, you felt something against your ass, making you wiggle against your best friend again.

“stop that, sweetheart,” vinnie warned, holding you in place to stop you from your antics.

you turned around and looked at him. “stop what? i felt something and..and-“

vinnie stops you, noticing you don’t quite understand what’s going on with him. he pushes on his feet to scoot the chair out a bit.

“vinnie, what’s going on?” you ask him, still feeling the hardness underneath you.

grabbing you by the thighs, he picks you up and carries you to his bed. he sits down with his back against the headboard as you straddle his lap.

“you did this to me, princess.” he tells you as he moves you against him.

a whine escapes your lips, making vinnie groan again. “you’re so pretty, sweetheart.” he compliments, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

he kisses your cheek softly, making you blush. “pretty girl liked that, huh?” he teases.

you move against him again, and then vinnie rests his hands against you again and helps you.

“vin, what is it?” you ask again, needing to know what you’re sitting against.

a chuckle comes from vinnie and you look at him with a confused expression. “it’s a boner, my love.”

the nickname sends chills down your spine, you felt a bit weird when vinnie called you all those names, you thought those were for people who were dating.

“vin, why do you call me all those names?”you ask as you stay straddling his lap, playing with the strings on his sweatpants.

vinnie groans softly when your hand grazes below the strings on accident. “because you’re my best friend, and best friends have nicknames for each other,” he explains, holding your hands in his. “like how you call me vin, it’s a nickname you have for me.”

you laugh softly. “everyone calls you vin,” you tell him, he smiles. “but no one besides you calls me princess and all that…why?” you ask again.

vinnie shakes his head, smile on his face as he looks up at you. he’s got his best friend on his lap with a painful boner added to it.

he can’t think straight, not when the sweetest, kindest, most innocent girl is sitting on him like this.

soon, you notice the movement you felt moments prior and wiggle around vinnie again.

“baby, have you ever kissed anyone?” the question is sudden, and honestly he doesn’t know where it came from.

maybe it’s the fact he wants to flip you over so you’re on your back and kiss you so hard you can’t breathe.

or that he wants to do more than just kiss you. no. he can’t. he can’t think like that. you’re his sweet, innocent girl, he cannot be thinking about fucking you senseless.

you look at him for a second, your big beautiful doe eyes staring at him like he’s your world. i mean, he pretty much is. he’s your favorite person, the one you go to for anything.

“uh, no.” you respond, head low as you answer vinnie’s question.

he frowns, wondering why you seem to be so embarrassed by your response.

“sweetheart,” vinnie coaxes, hooking his index finger under your chin and pulling your head up so you look at him. “that’s okay, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

you nod your head, tears wanting to spill from your eyes. vinnie notices your bottom lip start to tremble, and he thinks for a split second before he does it.

before you have time to process, vinnie’s lips are on yours and then just like that, they aren’t.

he gives you a sweet smile, stroking your cheek. he feels his cock twitch at the feeling of you situating yourself on him for the millionth time.

“do you want help?” vinnie’s eyes go wide at your question. partly in shock, and partly because he thinks he knows what you mean, but isn’t sure.

“with what?” he asks you, and you giggle, moving your hips against him.

“i think i know what it is, i-i mean, i know you told me, but… isn’t it like…painful?” you ramble, not knowing if you’re correct with what you’re saying.

vinnie nods and closes his eyes, biting his lip to suppress any noise that may slip.

you’ve been on his lap for what felt like eternity, and now you’re asking if you can help him with the most painful boner he’s ever had?

the thoughts are consuming him now, now his mind can’t help but think of you in that way. he looks you up and down, mentally undressing you, wondering what your tits look like when they’re not trapped in your tiny shirts.

he feels absolutely disgusting for thinking like such a pervert when he looks at you. he just can’t help it when you walk around like that.

vinnie grabs your ass and squeezes harshly, making you yelp. “can i tell you somethin’, princess?” he can’t believe he’s about to admit this to you, but he can’t keep it in any longer.

you nod, smile plastered on your pretty face as vinnie moves you so you’re grinding against him.

“you can tell me anything, vin!” you exclaim, and he can’t help but smile at you.

“god, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he says, making you giggle since you knew he thinks that already.

vinnie leans in so he can whisper in your ear. his hands never leaving their place on your ass as he helps you move on him.

“wait, vin,” you whine, feeling a tingle in your lower stomach. “i feel something.”

he stops his movements but the feeling is still there. “what is it, baby?” he asks worriedly. “did you start your period?”

you shake your head. “no..it’s, um, it’s a tingly feeling.” you explain.

your face must be beet red by now, so embarrassed to admit this, but it is just vinnie.

a smirk plasters on his face and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “vin, what is it!”

he starts moving your hips on him again. “does it tingle when i do this?” he asks, testing to make sure it’s what he thinks it is.

you nod, biting your lip at the feeling becoming stronger. “you’re horny, baby. you’re wet.” he tells you.

“i’m what?” you ask, not knowing in the slightest what he means.

kissing your cheek, vinnie gives you a sweet smile. “remember what i told you what you felt underneath you?” he asks, to which you nod. “that’s because i’m horny, too. i’m hard. you did that to me by sitting on my lap.” he explains.

you quickly open your mouth to apologize but vinnie quickly places his finger against your lips.

“shh, don’t be sorry, my love. it’s okay, it’s a good feeling.” he tells you.

“doesn’t feel good,” you whine. “make it go away.”

vinnie’s world stops entirely at that statement. he can’t believe you just told him to make the feeling you feel go away.

granted, he knew you probably didn’t know or understand exactly how to make that feeling go away, it was just the fact that you said it.

“vinnieee.” you whine, extending out his name as you do to get his attention.

he snaps back into reality and looks at you. “um, i-i can’t.” he quickly says.

you huff and cross your arms over your chest. “why not? do you not love me that much?”

he shakes his head. “no, no of course i love you, sweetheart. it’s just that, best friends don’t do that with each other.” he explains to you.

you furrow your eyebrows, not following what he means. he sees your confusion and speaks again.

“you remember when i talked to you about our anatomy and stuff like that?” he asks, earning him a nod from you.

“well, when two people love each other a lot, people who are dating, they feel the same way you and i do right now sometimes, and they fix it.”

fuck. did he really just say fix it? how are you supposed to know what he means by that?

“fuck, i mean, they have sex.” he tells you. there was really no other way to sugar coat it, better to just say the word so you know.

“you remember what that is, right? remember what i told you?” he asks again.

you nod, a wide grin spreads across your face. “i remember! but why can’t we?” you ask.

vinnie looks at you in confusion this time and you continue. “why can’t we have sex? we love each other, right?”

vinnie smiles and places a hand on your hip. “that’s just it. i do love you, but like i told you, people who are dating or married only do it. best friends don’t.”

no matter how badly they want to do it. vinnie thinks to himself.

kissing you was enough. hell, even having you on his his lap grinding on him was enough. he doesn’t need to exploit you to the world of sex.

he sees your obvious distress and tries to soothe you. moving you off his lap, he offers you to change into something more comfortable and invites you to stay the night.

yeah, like that’s the smart idea.

you agree and go into vinnie’s closet to pick out clothes. he quickly tries to think of a way to rid the obvious strain in his pants but cant think of anything.

honestly he’d probably be able to cum so quickly at just the fact that he’s got you in his room and in his clothes.

not to mention that you’ll have nothing on underneath the tshirt you’re wearing.

mentally cursing at himself for thinking like that again, he puts a smile on his face when he sees you walk back into the room.

“all comfy?” he asks as you walk into the room again.

you nod with a hum, jumping into bed next to vinnie.

you take notice that his shirt is no longer on and he’s just in sweats now. his tattoos on full display for you.

oh how you’d love to kiss over the inked skin, and just all around his body in general.

vinnie puts on a movie and invites you to cuddle with him.

you happily agree and wedge in between your bestfriend so your back his against his chest.

it’s pretty late in the night now so the two of you relax for the rest of the night.

“vinnie?” you question after a beat of silence.

turning your head to face him, he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and hums for you to continue.

“that feelings back.” you tell him, and he laughs as he buries his head in your neck.

he can’t do that with you. he can’t. no matter how bad his body and mind are saying yes, he is saying no.

“please vinnie?” you beg, and suddenly his dick is awake again.

“i know you want too, i can feel yours, too.” you say ever so sweetly.

“fuck,” he mummers under his breath. “this is gonna be a long night.”

GOD do i need this man so fuckin bad

anyways, sorry this is so long (pun intended) i had fun writing this and got carried away

also, lmk if yall would want a part two to this, cus im so down

ALSO ALSO , don’t know if you guys saw my most recent post butttt i have another smut fic in mind that i really want to start up

tags: @cosmicanakin , @lyndys , @forevergirlposts , @visualbutterflysworld @slvthrs , @bernelflo , @leqonsluv3r , @kriissy4gov , @laylasbunbunny , @louloulemons-blog , @st4rswrld , @lovingsturniolo , @kayleiggh , @hallecarey1 , @supabhad , @violet0182

#vhackerr #vinniehacker #vincent hacker #vvhacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinniehackerfanfic #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie x reader #vinnie x y/n #vinniehacker headcanons

[rubra-wav]

I had this interesting scenario where Vox one day becomes exhausted from his rivalry with Alastor after realizing that the one-sided interactions were becoming old. He later meets the reader (who can also be a part of the hotel) who starts hacking into Voxtech's database to troll the company for shits and giggles. This catches Vox's attention and he's pissed about it. You can do what you want for the rest but they continue to have this rivalry to the point where it's very well known around hell. From an outside perspective, there is just back-and-forth angry banter but there are moments where they're just;

Reader: *appears on screen* Hey Box head, guess who found some good blackmail with your name on it- Vox: *Is so close to having a breakdown, he had a bad week.* Reader: Oh shit- did something happen, are you okay? 😰

They hate each other but they don't hate hate each other. This can be taken as platonic or romantic. I sent this request to someone else but I wanted to share anyway.

Vox x troll/hacker reader: Why So Blue? (Oneshot/concept version)

Why So Blue fic Masterlist

A/N me when I get to write Vox getting utterly humiliated by a troll-y hacker demon 🫶

I changed about the order of stuff as things happen a bit and took creative liberties with this one - sorry if it's really different then the thought you originally had.

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, THIS WAS FROM THE LAST TIME THEY WERE OPEN)

Update: This was really well-received, and several people have requested a part 2. I've decided that I will be writing it properly from the start in a proper chapter kind of way rather than in this format so it makes continuity kind of work better rather then the drabbl-y format used here.

Cw: SFW, romantic, enemy's to lovers type beat, references to one-sided radiostatic, also references to staticmoth, mildly suggestive in one part 💀, gn reader, mostly light-hearted - idk if it qualifies as quite hurt/comfort lmao

- It was just a normal morning for Vox when you first showed up.

- As usual, he booted up for the day, got changed out of his casual clothes, and made his morning coffee.

- As he walked into his computer room, absentmindedly sipping his coffee while looking at his phone, he sits down in his desk.

- Then promptly spits out his mouthful.

- When he finally looks up at the screens around him, he's mortified to see a muted video of himself passionately (and very drunkly) singing and dancing horribly from last night while he was out with Valentino and Velvette.

- Posted on Sinstagram from his own account.

- Hundreds of comments flooded in underneath it; laughing, saying it's cute, complimenting his singing, and talking about the caption underneath with curiosity.

- The caption reads; 'For someone who talks so big about being ahead technologically, it was awfully easy to hack old Boxy here LMAO'

- Vox flips out instantly.

- It doesn't take long to take down the post, change all of his details, and post an official apology for his lack of professionalism with a hypnotising message to forget the whole incident occurred at all. He also does a massive comb over for any other breaches and changes all of his systems to be even more impenetrable to a potional attack.

- He calms down, and the incident fades away to the back of his mind.

- But then it happens again.

- Another morning, an employee is rushing into his studio as he wakes up properly, telling him this time that someone is somehow broadcasting Rick Astley's 'Never Gonna Give You Up' to the entirety of hell at 6 am, interrupting every one of the scheduled programs.

- There's a message in big letters on the bottom of every screen in hell, under the god forsaken video and song playing, saying, "What is love~? - U" Underneath them.

- And that's how it starts, the infuriating thorn in Vox's side that is 'U'. No matter how hard he tries, you're constantly undermining his efforts to keep you out of the system and tormenting him in ways that aren't necessarily malignant but are extremely damaging to his image as the overlord of technology.

- For some reason, he's the only Vee you seem hellbent on coming after as well. Vel finds your pranks funny or cute when they don't inconvenience her, and Valentino just likes to prod Vox into getting angrier further.

- He just cannot work out what your motivations are at all. Is it truly that you just want to piss him off? He doesn't understand why someone with such clear skills would simply use them to taunt him and leave him messages to unveil as he undoes whatever you do.

- It vexes him even farther when these messages from you that you leave for him to decode start to sound borderline flirtatious, which makes him feel all the more humiliated.

- He is a grown demon, skilled businessman and entrepreneur, an overlord, and yet you insist upon calling him things like Box, Boxbabe, Boxbitch, and even babygirl of all things for some goddamn reason.

- The back and forth goes on for months, and 'U' quickly becomes a long lasting meme, several people, much to Vox's horror, shipping you two together and even partaking in ship wars as to whether Vox x 'U' is better then Vox x Val.

- Theres one day where Vox quickly puts his phone down after reading a rather concerning expert from what is certainly explicit fanfiction between the two of you, even him deciding that that's enough internet for today while just sitting staring off into space silently for a solid 10 seconds.

- Vox's sleepless nights pouring over his code to try and keep out your attacks, him glitching out whenever he finds infuriating messages left by you, etc. Begin to become routine and he just anticipates the consistent blows to his pride you give him at every turn.

- A weird, unconscious part of him deep down begins to enjoy your rivalry, almost wanting to see what punches you pull out next to disarm his constant losing battle to keep you out, but it gets squashed down the second he becomes aware of it.

- The rivalry is always at arms length, but sometimes he has to stop himself from replying with the same vaguely flirtatious tone you take on whenever he experiences a small win against you.

- He fights to make sure he doesn't have any potential of getting too into it.

- Things take a different turn, though, with the double blow of Alastor coming back and his on-off relationship with Valentino once again going up in flames.

- After stopping his usual monitoring of all things going on in hell online and in real life as picked up by his cameras, he presses his face into his hands with a long, exhausted groan as he fights crying.

- All the people he was actually interested in were as unrequited as per usual. He always tried so hard with Alastor, but as always, he never got anything but met with the clear reminder they would never be anything more.

- And, of course, any potential of anything more happening with Val was completely off the table. It would be stupid to even think about anything real with him.

- He shut his eyes, putting his screen on the desk in front of him.

- Was he just not worth it? Was that it?

- He startled when he heard the familiar crackle of the speakers coming to life around him. It was rare he ever heard your voice coming through his speakers, you usually preferring to just leave messages, however you decided to surprise him tonight apparently.

- Your blurred out face appears on the screens, only showing the lower half of your grinning face.

- "Oh Boooooxybooooy! I found some world-shattering cringey shit you did 2 months back, i-" You begin singing out, before stopping, seeing by his expression.

- Vox was trembling, looking as if he was about fall apart at any second. His monitor was dulled, red eyes half lidded with pixelated bags forming under them, his bottom lip slightly quivering around his sharp teeth.

- "What the- fuck- ....are you alright?" You asked unsurely.

- Vox finally snapped out of it, realising that you were here witnessing him in a way that was very much not something he wanted you of all people to see him in. His mask slid back on, but it was hardly convincing.

- "Of course it is. What the fuck do you wa-ant. I've got shit to do." He inwardly cursed as his voice glitched slightly. God fucking dammit why did you have to show up.

- He watched your lips on your mostly blurred out face slightly curl as you hummed, clearly not buying it.

- "You wanna stop with the lying bullshit and tell me the truth, Boxhead?" You somewhat chided him, your hand coming into sight as you leaned your cheek onto it. Vox let out a growling sound, going to spit some vitriol at you, but was cut off as you absentmindedly made your next comment.

"Felt you once again have a fit about the radio demon going online. Lights in my house and the houses out my windows started flashing and shit. Is it hi-" your brows shot up and eyes widened, this hidden behind the censorship as you watched Vox, leader of the Vees, your rival, let out a shuddering breath and actually start crying comically pixilated tears right before your eyes.

- Vox's claws gripped into his desk as he grit his teeth as he let out a gasping breath he fought to stifle. He was so goddamn exhausted that he just couldn't be assed to keep it all up anymore. It wasn't like you hadn't seen rather unsavoury things he'd been trying to hide anyways.

- "No shit it's about Alastor. It's always about him. Does it get you off knowing I can't get with the guy I have always wanted no matter how hard I try? There. Are you fucking happy now?" His voice cracks as he snarls the words out at you.

- You let out a long humming sound, as if thinking. "I mean, not really. I'd only be happy if you were this upset over me, not some old hazbin radio announcer who fell off years ago." You shrug with a slightly sad smile.

- Vox squinted at you, confused.

- "I mean, come on, I'm your rival too. Why neglect me so much in all this?" You press your bottom lip out in mock sadness, tone mocking again. Your words are true despite the joking tone however, it did bother you that he always seemed so much more ready to go running after the most obviously aroace man you think you had seen in your entire fucking life.

- Vox couldn't believe what he was hearing, hot embarrassment caused his monitor to start heating up a bit, painting animated flush over his cheeks. "Oh, stop taking the piss, U. Fuck off." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, looking to the side in irritation.

- You chuckle at him, shaking your head and causing the thing blurring your face to shake with it. "Is it really that hard to believe I'm into what we have going on here?" Your voice is still lined with the usual tone you take on with him, but much less so.

- Vox looks back at your blurred, smiling face incredulously. "Yes." He growled, blinking his tears away as he regained his composure a bit.

- You sigh heavily, rolling your eyes. "Ooookay, well, once you're done riding the coattails of a man who will never want you, come hit me up, Boxhead." You say through smiling lips, before abruptly pressing 'hang up' on the call so he didn't have time to actually respond.

- Vox sat in bewildered silence, not able to react properly as his brain felt as if it was working on low resolution comprehending what you just said.

- His face heated up the more he thought about it, heart beginning to hammer in his chest as he laughed in disbelief. No way. No fucking way.

- But you had said it.

- Despite his usual pessimistic nature, he allowed himself to actually believe it, chuckling.

- He looked over to his phone as a notification sound rang out to see a photo of himself presumably just now; flustered, eyes wide in disbelief and unfocused while staring off into space, a crooked grin on his face.

- It was captioned as follows; 'POV: local pathetic radio simp finds out other rival actually wants him'

- "FUCK." He yelled out in embarrassment, knocking out several of his monitors with a surge of electricity.

I loved writing this sm omfggg.

There's definitely part 2 potential to this one, but it would have to be in a while w all the other stuff I'm gonna get to first.

Masterlist

#vox #vox headcanons #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

[asukamood]

First date (b-day special)

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Happy birthday to my pookie!!

This year I have come bearing sweet Hue moment as a gift, I hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: Implied eating disorder (anorexia), suggestive content (no smut or lime happening don’t worry but this is Blue and Hacker so really it’s to be expected), very brief mention of a psych ward and toxic relationships.

Synopsis: Hacker then glanced at the computer screen in front of him. “That would be $20.76, would you like to play by card or cash?”

“Cash.” Blue handed him $30 before leaning in and planting a small kiss on Hacker’s cheek. “You can keep the money.” He winked, already walking away.

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This whole thing started off in such a stupid way.

It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon and quite a lonely one inside of the local 7/11.

A man in his early 20s stood behind the counter covered by the staff uniform, phone in hand and scrolling. He pushed his blond hair out of his eyes with his hand and took the opportunity to check if someone had entered the store yet.

Once again, he was disappointed by how empty the store was, his only company being his phone and the light drumming of the rain against the window.

He sighed, glaring at the battery icon in the right-hand corner of the screen that informed him of his phone’s low battery. His phone was about to turn off, leaving him all alone and bored once again.

He tucked his phone in his pocket while cursing out his coworker Sophie. He liked her but God was it annoying when she skipped her shift because of the weather. If they were together, at least he would have had someone to talk to.

He leaned on the counter and looked at the ceiling.

He was so bored.

To the point where he felt like actually doing some work and seeing if all the spare items were stocked properly. The mental image frightened him so much that chills ran down his spine.

He did not want to become a model employee yet.

Just as he was about to fall for the impulse urges to be productive, the bell signaling the entrance of a new customer rang, barely noticeable due to the heavy rain all over the windows.

He straightened up, looking to the exit just in time to see a brown-haired man around his age walking in, closing his umbrella in the entrance. Said customer looked back to him once he noticed Hacker staring and the latter’s jaw almost dropped to the floor.

He had never seen such a pretty blue in someone’s eyes, it looked as clear as the ocean’s surface, bright and wrinkling in the sunlight which was a nice contrast to the current weather.

The pretty stranger's eyes contracted at the edges as his lips twitched upward in a smile before finally closing as he waved in Hacker’s direction as a hello. Hacker waved back mechanically, still wondering if he was hallucinating an attractive guy walking in because of the boredom.

Not to mention that the weather was absolutely terrible, who would ever want to go buy some groceries at this time?

He followed him with his eyes, seeing him pick up myriad items off the shelves and occasionally putting them back up with a grimace when faced with the price tag. He did not look like he was short on money but then again, even some the richest of men must raise an eyebrow when a product’s price is way higher than it used to be.

Eventually, the customer appeared right in front of him, invading his vision. Hacker almost yelped but managed to hold himself back, stretching his lips in a smile instead.

He hoped that he did not look stupid.

It would be a real shame to appear so unappealing in front of the prettiest person he has ever seen, not counting himself of course.

“Hello!” He welcomed him warmly, the other reciprocating the gesture. “Would that be all?” he gestured toward the items he just put down.

The other nodded. As he scanned everything, Hacker was trying to think about how he should approach this. He had never flirted with a customer before, but he was bored enough to at the moment and the fact that man was quite attractive was not quite helping.

Thankfully, it seemed like the other was as eager to talk as he was since he was the first one to try and strike up a conversation.

“I saw you staring at me while I was running my errands.” He started, making Hacker sweat drop, oops, he has been found. “May I ask why?”

He did not look too weirded out yet, Hacker might as well try. “Can you blame me? It is not every day that you get to meet such beauty.” The cashier was expecting the other to turn away, weirded out but instead, his smile only widened.

“You’re not too bad yourself, what’s your name?” This must be the luckiest day of Hacker’s life. He tried not to let his excitement show as he responded.

“I’m Hacker, and who might you be?”

“You can call me Blue.” He leaned onto the counter, his chin resting on top of his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hacker.”

“Oh please, the pleasure is mine.” He was internally freaking out, WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?! “I have the tendency to take my friends out for dinner to get to know them better, I hope it doesn’t bother you if I were to continue that tradition with you?”

“Not at all.” As if he was aware of Hacker’s inner turmoil, the slightest glint of amusement shone in his eyes.

Now that he had a view up close, Hacker realized that he had been wrong to assume that his eyes were as clear as the ocean’s surface. It would be more accurate to describe them as the unexplored depths of the sea, dark and mysterious but so fascinating.

All his secrets were nicely concealed within those blue barriers, no one having yet to explore all the treasures that were hidden below the surface.

He would never be too arrogant as to claim he would be the first one to open the first chest but nevertheless, that sea was one beautiful sight he could not wait to see up close.

“I would love to know all the details about our meeting, you wouldn’t mind if I were to ask for your number, would you?”

“Not at all!” Then they exchanged their phones, the two of them saving their numbers in the other’s phone. Once they were done, all articles Blue had brought were scanned.

They gave each other their phones back. Hacker then glanced at the computer screen in front of him. “That would be $20.76, would you like to play by card or cash?”

“Cash.” Blue handed him $30 before leaning in and planting a small kiss on Hacker’s cheek. “You can keep the money.” He winked, already walking away.

The other brought his hand where Blue kissed him, his face flushing a bright red.

It had stopped raining, the sun shining on the Earth wrapped in a rainbow scarf.

Needless to say, Hacker screamed his lungs out in his pillow that day when he came back home.

***

As calm and collected as Blue looked when he agreed to go out with that cute cashier, no part of that façade showed his real emotions. He had done his research on the guy once he was back home, and so far, nothing has backed up any hint of him being aggressive.

Even if his records in a psych ward was something he was going to have to investigate later.

From all the evidence he had collected so far, it seems like hanging out with him for a while was of no danger to him.

Which pleased him more than he had expected it to.

He did pique his interest, but he did not think he would be so eager to spend some time with him.

Perhaps he would not be so lonely if he managed to befriend him.

Before he could spiral down into some unpleasant thoughts, his phone’s screen lit up, ringing to signal that someone was calling him. As usual, he jumped onto the device.

He could not help but hope that whoever it was, they would be willing to talk to him, even if it were just a few minutes. He was so lonely bored.

… He also hoped that it was not another scammer trying to sell him shady services.

As funny as it was to mess with them, it was different from talking to a friend.

He wondered how Error was doing now.

He looked down at the device and his eyes widened as he read “Hacker” on the screen. A pleasant surprise for once, he hoped it would continue down that path.

He picked up the phone.

“Hello?” The other one tentatively greeted him. “Can you hear me?”

“I can, yes.” He hoped he did not sound too eager to continue the call. “Do you need anything?”

“Oh, thank goodness!” Hacker laughed and Blue suddenly noticed that he had not heard another person sound so happy in his presence, albeit they were in a call, in a long time. “I almost thought that you gave me a fake number there, I would have felt so betrayed.”

Blue shook his head in amusement. “Is this really the type of person you think I am? I am quite hurt by that assumption.”

“Sorry sorry, it’s just that you never know what people could be plotting.” That sounds like a problem that I do not have, was what Blue wanted to say. He refrained though.

“I get it. You did not answer my question though, do you need anything?” A sound that Blue interpreted as Hacker facepalming at the other end of the line.

“Goodness me, I almost forgot why I called you in the first place. Yeah, are you free this Saturday? I’ve heard a new restaurant opened near my place; do you want to check it out with me?” Blue hummed to make it seem like he was not dying to say yes immediately.

As far as his knowledge went, he had no plan for that day.

“Yes, I’m free.”

“Perfect!” The other sounded pleased, the briefest silence overtaking the call as he got on the move. “Do you want me to come pick you up?”

Blue tapped his chin in thought before answering. “Sure, I’ll see you there at the plaza then?” An affirmative noise came from the other side.

“Sounds good to me! Before we go, do you follow a special diet like being vegetarian or so?” Blue’s eyes narrowed before he shook his head, his usual face fading back in.

“No, I’m fine with anything.”

“Oh good, I don’t want to offend but I’ve personally never understood people being picky with food. If it is edible, I would devour it without much thought.” Blue chuckled, he had found quite the glutton has he not?

***

Saturday, 6 P.M.

‘Hey!

I’m on the road now, are you still up for our date?

Last chance to withdraw!!!!”

Blue smiled at his phone, replacing a rebellious strand of hair that got out of control because of a certain wind current. It was not particularly cold today nor was it hot, just the perfect temperature Blue liked to walk around in. He vaguely wondered if Hacker would be willing to take a stroll with him once they were done.

Well, he always had the possibility to force him to if it came to it.

Though, it would be much more enjoyable for both of them if the other was willing to do it.

It was already nighttime by now and the sky was cleared of bothersome clouds, letting the soft light of the moon rain down the entire place.

A beautiful evening, to make it simple.

‘It is not every day you get the chance to go out with such a cutie, in what world would I withdraw? I will keep waiting for you 😉'

‘Aww 😍

I will be with you in a minute then!’

‘Looking forward to seeing your handsome face again😘’

Now that he was not answering anymore, Blue decided to kill the time by looking at his surroundings.

Some carved pumpkins had been placed here and there in some areas, usually accompanied by some bat stickers stuck to the walls behind them. Lights to Halloween’s colors have been hung between the buildings, switching colors every few seconds.

The famous spooky day was soon to begin. The thought put a small smile on his face as every Halloween the kids of the neighborhood would come out of their houses disguised as various monsters, holding adorable little pumpkin bags.

They often knock on his door to ask for sweets and it made for quite the cute sight to see them looking so excited by being given sweets.

A little girl disguised as a princess once asked him if he were the Prince Charming she had been looking for, it must have been his best Halloween yet.

“Uh, excuse me?” A voice suddenly snapped him out of his trance as he looked to the side, noticing a woman with flushed cheeks standing a few inches away from him. Oh no.

“Yes? Is there something that you need?”

God, please do not make that woman flirt with me I am begging--

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I saw you just standing there and uh...” She chuckled nervously and Blue was wondering just how long it would take for Hacker to arrive. “Can I... have your number?”

Hopeful eyes. Ouch.

Blue opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a single sound out, he felt a hand wrap itself around his wrist as he was yanked back. “Sorry girl!” Hacker’s familiar voice echoed behind him as he was suddenly spun around. “I called dibs first!”

A blink and Hacker was suddenly dragging him away by the wrist under the woman’s shocked gaze. That was one way to get rid of the problem.

A few seconds later, Blue found himself sitting in Hacker’s car, his security belt already sticking him in place. “Well, hello there.”

“General Kenobi.” Blue blinked awkwardly.

“I beg your pardon?” It was Hacker’s turn to be confused.

“What? Wait, that was not a reference to Star Wars?” Blue hesitantly shook his head and he could swear that the way Hacker’s face dropped was so prominent it could be audible.

“Oh.” To avoid saying too much, he turned on the engine, the car starting to let out muffled noises that vaguely resembled laughter. “Let’s pretend that this never happened.”

Blue laughed. “Sounds good, thank you for rescuing me from that awkward position.”

“Don’t mention it, I couldn’t possibly let a random person steal my dear date, right?” He put emphasis on the word dear, making an exaggerated face of hopelessness. That brought a few snickers out of Blue, who wondered when the last time someone made him laugh was.

“Though, I can’t really blame that girl.” He looked Blue up and down, a smirk twitching on his lips. “You make it hard for people not to want to take you on a date.”

“Oh, you little flirt.” Blue leaned back on his seat and looked at Hacker too. “But I can’t say that the way you’re dressed isn’t making me feel some kind of thing.”

A pointed look from the other and they both started laughing again.

Blue missed having someone to talk to.

***

“Hmm...” Hacker hummed as he tapped his chin in thought, the menu kept open in front of him thanks to the support of his hand. “It’s been ages since I’ve last been to a restaurant, I forgot how many dishes there could be.”

“I can say the same.” Blue frowned as he looked at the menu, he could not see the list of ingredients and most importantly the calories anywhere, and just getting a salad might seem disrespectful. “What are you going to order?”

Hacker shrugged. “Most likely the same thing as you, or I could just wing it.”

“If you go with the first one, I’m afraid we might be staying here longer than any of us planned.” Hacker understood.

“Got it, give me a minute.” He closed his eyes and lifted his finger, as if doing something important for the entire world, before putting it down on the menu. Blue simply watched him, silently praying it would not be anything too disastrous for his weight.

“I guess we are getting...” Hacker squinted at the menu.

“... whatever this is supposed to be, I don’t think it’s possible for any normal human to pronounce that name.” Blue did not even notice it being on the menu, but he supposed there was not much harm in trying new things.

“Sounds good to me.” Coincidentally, a waiter happened to pass near them and took their order on the whim.

However, the waiter’s departure suddenly brought a new kind of silence to befall their table. The awkward kind this time, as both realized that they had never actually been on a date and had no idea what subjects could be brought up or not.

Not to mention, any relationship they have entertained before was nothing short of destructive, so nothing to mimic.

Blue was looking away, fiddling with his fingers nervously on his lap while Hacker was tapping on the table’s napkin, frowning as he tried to come up with something to say.

At that moment, he wished that he could just go back to how he was ten seconds ago. He was so talkative and had so many things to say, where did that go??

Blue was not quite any better in that area. He did remember what he wanted to say and if not that, he had Hacker’s interests all figured out so it would not have been an arduous task to come up with something to say.

The problem was he did not know if he should say them.

He had prepared himself for any kind of reaction the other would have due to his words, but he was clearly not prepared for his own brain to betray him.

And the longer the silence was prolonged, the harder it was to think.

“... I wonder how many times I would prick my finger while trying to sew something.” Hacker muttered at one point, only realizing he had thought aloud when Blue’s attention shot back to him, his eyes wide.

He panicked. “Ah sorry, I was just--”

“You want to learn how to sew?” Hacker blinked in surprise, he sounded excited when he asked that question.

“You can say that.” He confirmed, nodding. “I’m often short on money but at the same time I want to wear nice clothes you know, what better solution than to knit your clothes yourself?”

Blue nodded enthusiastically. “I have enough to live comfortably but handmade clothes just feel better than the normal ones and I do relate to the money problems, living off a teacher’s job can be quite the tough nut to crack at times.”

Hacker’s eyes widened. “Wait, you’re a teacher?”

Blue laughed at his bewildered expression. “A yoga teacher to be precise, why do you look so surprised?”

“I thought you were like, a model or something. There’s no way no one tried to hire you as one, especially with that face.”

“You flatter me.” He brought his hands back on top of the table, far more at ease now that they were talking. “If I didn’t meet you at your job, I probably would have made the same assumption.”

Pink started to dust Hacker’s cheeks, beaming. “You’re too kind. I’m actually kind of curious now, would you mind it if I were to crash once in a while in your class?”

“Oh no, I would be far from complaining to have such an eye-candy in my class.” He winked. “No, because seriously, most of my students are tasteless Karens and it is a real torture to my poor vision.” He sighed dramatically, taking a sip from the cup of water the waiter left in their wake.

“And don’t even get me started on the pain it is to my ears.” He waved his hand in the air as if he were chasing unpleasant visions away from his sight. “Though, if you were to show up, I guarantee that things would get way more interesting. I am quite certain my eyesight increased by 0.5 point just by looking at your face.”

Hacker snorted, leaning back onto his chair. “I might check it out then, what is the price of your services though?”

“Well, I can give you a discount, you should consider yourself lucky, I only give those to pretty people. Or...” He leaned onto the table a little more, smirking. “You could pay me another way, if you get what I’m on about.”

Hacker raised an amused eyebrow. “Well, if you take that kind of payment, I would be more than happy to oblige.”

They both laughed, the waiter soon returned with their order.

As they started to dig in, Hacker decided that from this day on, spouting out random bullshit was a very valid, and arguably the best, flirting tactic there was.

Later that night, they were together.

(In the dating kind of way, I know what you are thinking.)

#dreamswap #fluff #ship #ds blue #ds hacker #dreamswap hacker #dreamswap blue #bluetooth #hue #Dreamswap Hacker x Dreamswap blue #ds blue x ds hacker #ds hacker x DS blue

[unagidevi]

What are your top 3 crack ships?

BluexHacker(BlueCode)

A worry amount of how much i like this, FinchxDream(FinchFeathers)

FinchxInk (PaintedWings)

(Extra) HackerxNightmare (Starry Skies)

Generally the last one is obvious and you guys love it so I draw it the most.

#yay #dev ideas #dreamswap hacker #dreamswap blue #dreamswap dream #dreamswap ink #dreamswap finch #ds ink #ds blue #ds finch #ds hacks #ds dream #finch x ink #finch x dream #Blue x Hacker

[boozenboze]

Take A Sip But Don’t Spill It TF 141 x Male reader Summary:After joining the Military at 16, and becoming an irreplaceable hacker, M/n ended up leaving the Military after an incident with his old team. 4 years had passed since then and the man had acquired a job at a well known bar in a downtown area. During the 141’s mission, they were in need of a hacker due to the new mission they had been called to. After a lot of digging, Laswell was able to find the location of the once known soldier who went by Tech.

Fun fact: M/n (you) joined the Military at the same age and time as Gaz :)

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

“Hey can I get another shot over here!” A voice rang through the bar as the bartender approached. His fancy attire made his e/c eyes pop under the mood lights throughout the bar. The man poured the shot before returning to the main area where he would greet people. The man wiped of a few tables when a woman walked in, she had blonde hair and blue eyes. The h/c haired male then went to the front and stood inside the cocktail lounge.

“Hello what can I do for you today?” The man asked as he grabbed a glass.

“Yeah can I get a shot of whiskey and vodka mixed together?” The blonde asked as the h/c haired man looked at her confused

“Ma’am I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The server said looking the woman in the eye. “Mixing a dark and a clear liquor together will make you feel s-“

“Just give me the drink.” The woman cut the server off looking annoyed

The server was heavily annoyed but went ahead and made the drink. He gave the drink and the woman put her payment on a tab. She walked away and went by a group of girls who seemed to be her friends. The server sighed while preparing some more glasses to be put to use.

////

“You said that he’d be here Laswell.” Price questions, skeptical if they had come to the right place. Soap and Gaz looked at the fancy looking building with sparkles in their eyes. Laswell and the 141 had been searching for a certain someone. M/n 'Tech' L/n, ex hacker and very skilled man. He was the best in his time, being the same age as Gaz when he joined the Military. He gained his code name because of his skills, and his fast working coding. That's the purpose of the 141 and Laswell being where they are now. After a lot of digging, Laswell learnt that Tech had a job at a popular bar.

“To say this guy was in the military, it’s quite shocking that he works at a place like this.” Gaz said as Soap chuckled

“Maybe he’d give us a discount.” The Scot replies playfully as Ghost sighed at their antics.

“Listen up, we came here for one thing, we convince this guy to help us, get into those bastards system and go our separate ways. Clear?” Price said as he looked at everyone with a serious demeanor.

“Yes sir.” The men and Laswell then made their way inside. The place had a nice interior and exterior design, you wouldn’t have thought it was a bar.

“This place looks fancy…” Gaz said as he looked at all the neon lights that’s changed color every so often. The smell of liquor and beer was the most prominent scent and it gave them all an itch to have a drink.

“Ok let’s split up, I’ll go by myself, Gaz and Price you two stay together. Ghost and Soap, same to you.” Laswell said as she looked at them all.

“Yes ma’am.” Soap said sarcastically as he began walking in another direction, Ghost followed close behind him. Gaz and Price moved to where some of the seats were before sitting down. They tried to look like any regular guests, not wanting to foil their current task.

Laswell approached the bar, seeing at least 2-3 bartenders at work. She was looking for a specific man, with h/c hair and e/c eyes. She approached a stool and sat down, waiting to see who would serve her. A good 8 minutes went by before a well dressed bartender approached. His suit looked fresh and crisp, having no wrinkles whatsoever. His h/c hair was well kept, and looked neat as well.

“Welcome to ******* I will be your server for today.” The man asked as he wiped off the inside of a glass before placing it down. He didn’t look at her until he placed the glass down and looked up. A look of surprise could be seen on his face upon seeing Laswell.

“Um…what can I get for you..?” The man said, shock still on his face as he approached the bottles.

“Just a beer would do.” Laswell said as she watched the h/c haired male prepare the beer. He looked pretty calm to say the least, but shock was still clear on his face.

“How’ve ya been M/n?” Laswell questions as she took a sip of the beer. Her eyes locking with M/n's e/c eyes, as he let out a chuckle.

"Alright...for the most part, people here can be quite shitty. But hey, I digress, how have you been Kate?" M/n asked as he looked at the dirty blonde woman. Laswell smiled at him but her facial expression turned full blown serious as she looked at the ex-soldier.

"I'd be fine...if the enemy wasn't stealing information from the Military's data base." Laswell said while looking M/n dead in the eye. M/n looked at her in shock and confusion, if that was happening right now why was she at the bar. Shouldn't she be working on finding the fuckers who were stealing their intel?

"Kate...shouldn't you be working on finding the bastards, and not be drinking at the pub?" M/n asked as he took Laswell's finished glass of beer before setting it aside and crossing his arms. The veins in his arms and hands were visible and those who were close enough to see were drooling over him.

"I have located them..., but we need a guy who has had experience with coding and well, hacking." Laswell said as she looked M/n in the eye. The e/c eyed man looked nervous now, was she trying to recruit him into the mission?

"I-uh Laswell i'm not in the military anymore.." M/n said as he walked to the employees only room. Laswell followed close behind him and grabbed him by the shoulder, making him turn around.

"You can be, plus M/n there's a 50% chance that this mission won't go smoothly without you, I know you've been off the field for 4 years but that doesn't change the fact that you used to be a soldier. A great one at that." Laswell said to M/n trying to convince him, "I know that somewhere in that stubborn head of yours Tech is still there, and that your skills are something you of all people could never lose."

"Laswell I-" M/n was cut off by Laswell saying

"We need you M/n."

M/n looked at her for a few moments before going inside of the employees only room. Laswell stood there, now hearing some approaching footsteps behind her. The rest of the group were now standing behind her, wanting to know what was happening.

"So..what'd he say?" Soap asked as he looked at Laswell, his gaze occasionally shifting to the door that M/n had walked through.

"Nothing, i'm just waiting to see if he'll consider helping us.” Laswell said as she stared at the door with hope in her eyes. M/n walked out the room with a bag that contained his laptop and a few other gadgets.

“Alright, hurry up so we can get this done…” M/n’s voice dragged when he saw the 4 men behind Laswell

“I-Uh…who are they?” M/n asked as his gaze shifted between the men and Laswell. He was quite interested and also intimidated by the me.(Mainly Ghost)

“Task Force 141, but you can introduce yourselves later we have a mission to do.” Laswell said as she looked between M/n and the others. She could see the way Soap was staring at Tech’s attire, and even the others had to admit that the s/c skinned male looked good.

/////

“Eye’s on the target, get in position.” Price said as he looked through the scope on his sniper. He had his eyes on the main man that they were after, the same guy who had been stealing their intel. Gaz and Soap were inside, hiding and making their way through the building. They took down any enemies that would possibly get in their way as they kept moving. Ghost and Tech were on the rooftop, Tech doing what he did best as Ghost sat their sniping down any enemies that were getting to close to Soap and Gaz.

The sound of typing could be heard as Tech hacked into the buildings systems. He shut the lights off in the lower half of the building and short circuited the automatic doors. Tech worked fairly quickly as he began messing with the computer bases that the enemy was using. Every time Tech hacked into the enemies devices they would get flashed by a bright light that stunned them for a period of time.

“You seem pretty good at that Tech.” Gaz said over his radio as he did a takedown move on an enemy.

“I’m in the zone right now don’t disturb me.” Tech said as his fast typing remained the same. Ghost glanced over at the other man who was still nicely dressed. Tech had insisted that he’d be alright without any proper gear, considering that he wouldn’t be getting close enough for the enemy to be able to shoot and try and attack him.

Something that had immediately attracted Ghost to Tech was his hands. Tech may not have been taller than Ghost himself but the veins in Tech’s fast moving hands were something Ghost failed to not look at.

The mission was coming to an end, Soap and Gaz had cornered the main man behind all the stolen info, and they were now detaining him.

“Nice job sergeant.” Ghost said as he looked over at Tech who had shut down his computer. The man stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles, his veins popping out more as he did.

Ghost found himself staring at Tech’s hands for far to long before saying.

“You work out a lot?” Ghost asked as he and Tech made their way down the building that they had set up on.

“I do, not that much though. I usually just do it to stay toned ya know?” Tech said as he and Ghost descended the buildings stairs. Ghost hummed, realizing that he usually didn’t make small talk with people he didn’t know. Tech must have been different from most if he somehow got Ghost wanting to talk to him.

The two then stuck to silence as they went to regroup with the others.

///////

“You did good out there M/n, great job.” Laswell complimented as she walked to M/n’s side.

“Heh, thanks….Laswell.” M/n responded nervously as he sat in the back of the truck that they had arrived in. Gaz was driving, listening in on Tech and Laswell’s conversation.

“Imagine how this thing would’ve ended if we didn’t have your help mate.” Gaz said as he looked at Tech through the rear view mirror.

“What made you quit anyway?” Soap jumped in, looking at Tech with curiosity in his face and tone.

Tech was now quiet, as if he had been sworn to silence as to way he drafted from the Military. The tension in the truck was high, so…thick to the point that it could be cut with a knife. Price cleared his throat, attempting to break the silence as he glanced over at Tech who was now holding his pistol. He seemed to be relishing how he used to always use the gun before his sudden departure.

“So uhh….would you like to join again? The Task Force I mean.” Price questions, his voice holding a serious tone while he continued to look at the road before them. The sound of the ac and the tires were again the loudest thing.

“I mean…I don’t know. I’ve been off the field for 4 years now…” Tech said as he glanced outside of the window. He recalled the day of the incident in full detail. Having endured 5 gunshot wounds, and still having the spirit to finish hacking the enemies lockdown system so he and his team could escape. You could have imagined how betrayed and hurt he was when he heard his team talk and execute on the plan of leaving him behind. That was something that stuck in the back of his mind since he left, and the fact that Price was trying to offer him a spot in the Task Force scared him a bit.

“You’d be a great addition to the team, and, look I don’t know what happened back then that made you quit but guess what.” Price said as he sat up and glanced at everyone in the truck, all of them besides Tech knowing what he was about to say.

“No one fights alone.” Price concluded, earning a nod from everyone in the truck besides Tech. The words seemed to have struck something in Tech as his eyes lit up for a moment.

Even if the words were or weren’t true, they did instill some type of hope in Tech’s spirit. He now had a choice to make.

Join the Task Force 141 or Don’t

A/n-Heyy…. How y’all doin? Expect to see more of me again 😁😅. Also HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BITCHES 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗

#cod x male reader #gay #captain price x male reader #gaz x male reader #male y/n #mw2 x male reader #lgbtq #soap x male reader #ghost x male reader #male reader #happy pride 🌈

[harveywritings92]

Soap: You know, I really think we should try a non-violent approach to solve this.

Orphan: I agree. Except replace “non” with “extremely,” and include the phrase “blood murder explosion extraordinaire.”

Ghost: I like it, let’s go wit’ that.

#S: red vs blue #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x oc #Cod mw oc: Ivy 'Orphan' Doran #john soap mactavish #platonic! soap #soap mctavish x oc #call of duty #cod mw ghost #cod mw soap #call of duty/watch dogs #hacker oc

[bvckleyydiaz]

drunk words, sober thoughts - spencer reid

title: drunk words, sober thoughts

summary: penelope dares spencer to make you blush.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

word count: 262

warning(s): one line of suggestive dialogue from our boy genius

a/n: if this drabble seems familiar, it's because it's from my other account, @flowerbinniee.

“Okay,” Penelope chirps giddily as she downs the rest of her wine. “Baby Genius! I dare you to…” Her baby blues gleam with mischief as she looks at you. Oh, no. “Make Y/N blush.”

Spencer raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Is that it?”

The tipsy hacker nods. “That’s it.”

Shrugging a single, nonchalant shoulder, Spencer slides in close to you, enough so that you can feel his presence next to you. Delicate, slender fingers push a lonely strand of hair behind your ear. He leans into you and whispers, “You’re lucky that we’re in front of our friends right now. I’d have you naked and writhing under me if we weren’t.”

You try so hard to conceal the heat radiating off your face and neck, but the hollering from your friends proves that you are not successful.

“Look at that,” Spencer remarks once he’s moved away from you and downs a shot of tequila that he’s poured himself, a shit-eating grin pulling at his lips. “You’re blushing.”

“So,” you ask Spencer a couple of hours later once the party has calmed down a little and the two of you have a moment alone. “Were you serious about what you said earlier? During Truth or Dare?”

He tilts his head. “Why, are you interested?”

You chew on your lower lip. “Yeah. Very interested, actually.”

He nods and does not even try to hide his smile. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine’s only five minutes away.”

He leans forward and presses a quick peck to your lips, a preview of what’s to come. “Lead the way.”

#e posts #e writes #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid imagine

[restless-mama]

Sing my name, my Angel.

AngelOC x Redacted. Inspired by 14 Days with you visual novel. Encouraged by a good few members of the discord server to write this. We talked about what if MC guessed Redacted's real name. MC is my Angel OC. Her/she pronounces are used. Anastasia belong to me and Ren/Redacted belongs to cutiesai @14dayswithyou. Minors DNI!

Oh how did she end up in such a predicament? Her pink sweater along with white skirt were ripped apart and discarded on the side of her bed. Her favorite lingerie set almost torn to shreds when Redacted removed them off roughly. She was left lying there, naked, only in her knee-high socks. Bite marks and bluish blackish bruises of hickies littered all over her delicate warm skin of her neck and shoulders. Yet, those were the only places that were tainted by him. They trailed down to her perky breasts. Some were even on her hips. 

A moan escaped her puffy lips which were slightly swollen from the rough kiss from earlier. A low chuckle could be heard down between Anastasia's spread legs as Redacted bites onto her right thigh. He pulls back slightly to admire the bite mark. His pierced lips pull upward into a devilish grin as he stares at his masterpiece. Anastasia suddenly feels his warm tongue and tongue piercing against the mark he made. A sharp inhale could be heard as he sucks hard against the tender flesh.  

“Fuck... Angel... You sound so fucking good...” The dark-haired man said lowly and huskily against her thigh. He pulls back slightly only to brush his pierced lips against her pussy lips. His cold fingers spread her lips apart. Sudden his tongue darts out and laps her cunt up to her sensitive clit. Anatasia could feel his wet tongue and piercing strokes her bud. The young librarian tosses her head back as her back arches. She wiggled her ass slightly until Redacted place his large hand on her hips, holding her in place with a firm grip. 

His cool thick fingers then ghost into her wet core, stroking her sensitive tight walls. A cry of pleasure could be heard from his girlfriend from above. Redacted’s tongue flicks frantically against her clit as he fingers stroke her g-spot. His teeth glazed slightly against her sensitive flesh.  

“Oh my God!” Anatasia whines out and continues to moan in her sweet voice. Her body shudders. The sounds she made were music to his ears. His hard cock twitches as precum leaks from the tip. The hacker smirks as he feels her muscle walls clenching tightly against his fingers. Her warm fluids start to drip down his digits as he works his magic against her sensitive spot. 

“Yeah... that’s right, babe. I’m your God now...” Redacted growls against her pussy. His lips wrap around her swollen clit and sucks hard, occasionally rolling his piercing against it. “I’m the only one that can make you feels this way...” 

Anatasia’s hand slips down and grabs a handful of her boyfriend’s black and pink hair, slightly pushing his head down. She desperately attempts to roll her against his fingers and mouth, despite his firm hold on her. Her green eyes look down at him only to meet the intense gaze of his beautiful blue eyes. Her face flushes in embarrassment but she couldn’t tear her own eyes away from his. 

“I’m going to cum! Please...!” She whined and begged, “Make me cum! Ahhh!”  

Her walls tighten hard around his fingers, gripping them like a vise as she cums. Warm fluids drip down his thick fingers, gathering on his palm and leaking down his forearm. Reacted continues to stroke his fingers against her g-spot as he suckles against her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Suddenly, Anatasia whimpers out his name. His real name. His blue eyes widen. Before he questions her, he lowers his mouth to his palm and laps up her sticky fluids, savoring her taste. He gently pulls his fingers out of her and sucks her essence off them. 

“How...?” Redacted asks her as he raises up and sits on his knees, towering over the petite woman. Anatasia pants to catch her breath but raised her eyebrow at him. Then she realizes she called him by his real name when she came. The name she so desperately wanted to know. The name she secretly went behind his back to find out. 

“I...” The brunette start to say, trying to explain herself. Her boyfriend then grabs her chin, leans down, and presses his lips roughly against hers. She parts her lips, allowing his tongue in as they kissed passionately. Her own taste still lingered on his tongue. As they kissed, his large hands spread her legs apart and then buries his large, pierced member into her in tight, wet cunt. A cry of pleasure from Anatasia was muffed by their kiss.  

Their kiss breaks and a string of saliva remains connected between their lips. Reacted wanted his name to come out from her lips and in her honeyed voice. He thrust inside hard roughly making his girlfriend cry out his name again. 

“Oh fuck.. Angel... Sing my name again!” Redacted groans as he begins to pound into her wet folds. Like a good girl, Anatasia obeys and cries out his name again and again like a prayer. It was a prayer him, to her God. He maintains his unrelenting pace, driving himself deep into her wet pussy with reach powerful stroke. His cock piercings rubbing against her sensitive walls driving her wild. Her wet juices flowed freely from her cunt and drips down his thick cock. 

“Just like that... Such a good girl... My good girl.” He growled. One of his hands then placed onto her shoulder while the other went to her hip, holding her body in place. Redacted begins to thrust into her in reckless abandonment, making her take every bit of him. Her walls tighten around him of how he referred her indicating that she enjoys his praising.  

“Oh fuck! Fuck!!!” Anatasia cries out along with his name. Her hands seek purchase and grab a hold of his back, dragging her pretty acrylic nails down his back. Redacted groans in pleasure as a surge shoot down his hard cock. He licks his lips as he sees the pleasure etched across her face.  

“Oh, shit I’m close! I’m going to cum!” The brunette whines and moans out as her body trembles in delight as she nears her orgasm. Reacted let’s go of her hips and moves his hand down her clit, strokes the sensitive bud. This earns another cry of his name that escapes out of Anatasia’s lips. She rolls her hips towards his hips as he thrusts into her, surpassingly meeting his merciless rhythm.  

“Ata girl...” Redacted growls under his breath while he rubs her clit as fucks her hard and fast. He drives himself deeper into her tight folds with each powerful thrust, “That’s it, Angel. Cum on my cock. Feel how much I own you...” 

Anatasia screams out his name in pure bliss as she cums. Her pussy convulses around Redacted’s cock. Her sticky fluids gushes around him and drips down his balls then onto the bed sheets. Her nails sink into the flesh on his back. The sensation of her gripping walls sends shivers down his spine. He fucks through her orgasm, seeking his own.  

Suddenly the hacker released a loud groan as he emptied his cum inside her swollen cunt, coating her insides with his semen, “Ahh fuck! Angel..!” 

The sounds of rapid breathing could be heard throughout the room as the two lovers attemp to catch their breath. Anatasia removes her hands off her boyfriend’s sweaty back and places one hand on his cheek. Redacted leans against her touch. She whispers his name softly. 

“I love you... Only you...” Anatasia reminds him. He could tell she meant every word by the tenderness and love in her green eyes. Redacted’s heart swells with emotion and places his hand on her hand. He brings it to his lips and kisses her palm. 

“I love you too, my Angel...” He slowly pulls out of her warm core and admires some of his cum leak out of her. His hands reach others to the nearby towel and wipe her clean before cleaning himself off. Anastasia couldn’t help but smile. She knew he always puts her before himself. Once Redacted was done, he tosses the towel aside and lays beside his Angel, pulling her into a loving embrace.  

“You remembered...” Redacted whispers as he buries his face into her neck. Anastasia smiles and strokes his hair. 

“It took me a while to remember since it's been so long ago, and my own trauma made me forget so much. I’m so sorry I forgot about you... I’m so sorry.” She apologizes, tearing up. Her boyfriend’s blue eyes widen and quickly brush her tears away. Redacted tightens his embrace around her, stroking her brown hair with his hand. “No, no. Angel. It’s okay... It’s not your fault... We’re together now. That’s all it matters.”  

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